A Certain Place...

There is a certain place in Brooklyn where if you park your car for more than an hour, it will be blanketed in bird poop. There is a certain time where if you walk on Front St. you will see a fat man making pizza dough through the window. And there is a particularly poignant smell at that certain time.
It's easy to take things for granted, especially those things you see, smell and hear every day. I like the view where I am. The bridge never gets old to look at.